I hadn’t slept much.
Jeff’s confession haunted me through the night, tugging at every vulnerable corner of my heart. He wanted me back. After all the years, after choosing Stella over me… he wanted me.
The worst part?
A small, quiet part of me still wanted him too.
I hated that part.
It whispered doubts and dragged up memories I had worked so hard to bury. The way he used to pull me into his chest during thunderstorms, how he always brought home my favorite coconut milk ice cream, even when I didn’t ask. How he made me laugh in the middle of fights, just to calm me down.
But those were old pages in a book I had already shelved.
I arrived at the office earlier than usual, hoping to distract myself in meetings and buried emails. But my mind refused to stay focused. Chelsea noticed right away.
“You look like a zombie,” she said bluntly as she set a hot cup of coffee beside my desk. “If this is about Jeff, you really need to get a grip.”
I glared at her, though without any real venom. “Th
